BEYOND THE LIGHT – THE EXPERIENCE THAT TRANSFORMED FEAR INTO AWARENESS

The experience of Patrizia Lo Bracco

There are stories told not to amaze, but to share an inner truth.
Patrizia Lo Bracco, spiritual guide, medium, and Angel Coach, recounts her own borderline experience, an event that forever changed her view of life, death, and what lies in between. Her voice, calm yet intense, delivers a testimony that transcends the boundaries of logic without ever abandoning the clarity of human experience.

“The truth is, I was born with what people call a gift,” Patrizia says. “For me, more than a gift, it’s always been a factory effect. Today I call it ‘optional,’ because I emerged from the factory of life with something extra. I remember my last two previous lives perfectly: I know where I came from, and if I close my eyes, I can still see the scene of my birth. I feel the amniotic fluid, my mother’s screams, the confusion of that moment. I wasn’t supposed to be here, or at least not like this. I wasn’t supposed to be a girl. But I decided to come anyway, regardless.”

Her earliest memories date back to her first months of life: “My mother worked with the overlocker in the small garage under the house and left me on a blanket full of toys. I remember everything: she, I, and some objects were in color, but the rest of the room was black and white. Only as I grew older did I understand that the black-and-white figures were the deceased. I had always seen them. I lived in two worlds: one in black and white, one in color.”

During my childhood and adolescence, that sensitivity became a burden. “Every time I talked about what I saw, I ended up seeing a psychiatrist or an exorcist. Fifty years ago, there was no open-mindedness; people focused on evil, not on the soul. Then a Benedictine friar said to my mother, ‘Forget it, this girl has a gift, she’ll discover it as she lives.’ From then on, they left me alone.”

But life continued to test her. “At nineteen, I didn’t want to live anymore. I felt invisible. I tried to make myself noticed, to make people understand that I existed, but no one noticed. I weighed thirty-six kilos. I was a promising young judo player; my father owned a gym. One evening, I decided to end it all. I wrote a letter, put on my judogi, found a bottle of hydrochloric acid, and drank it. I only remember the burning sensation and then the darkness.”

Then, waking up in another dimension.
“I saw everything from above: my body on the ground, the ambulance arriving, the sirens, the emergency room, the doctors trying to save me. I was suspended above them. When I recognized that body as me, I thought, ‘Am I dead?’ And in that instant, everything went black. Only a spark of white light shone in the darkness, and it sucked me into it.”

Patrizia recounts walking through a tunnel of light and rediscovering the souls who had accompanied her throughout her life: her paternal grandmother, her guardian angel, even her first cat, Agatha. “They were all made of light. I was made of light too. I felt like I was Patrizia, but without a body. When I lowered my head to look at myself, I perceived all of my nineteen years in a single instant: what I had done, what I hadn’t done, what I could have done better. I judged myself. No one judges us, we judge ourselves.”

A luminous figure appeared before her.
“The Master. Jesus. There are no words to describe that presence: in his eyes were the universes, the stars, peace. I felt only love. He held out his hand and said, ‘It’s your choice, but know that this is not your time.’ I turned around, and in doing so, I chose to return. When I opened my eyes again, I was in the hospital, after thirty-six hours in a coma.”

“The next day I sought out a parapsychologist,” she continues. “He told me that having lucid memories and rational thoughts during the experience meant my soul was still connected to my body. And he was right. From that day on, my life changed forever.”

Today, Patrizia calls that experience “the fuel for her engine.”
“It gave me an awareness,” she says, “of the value of existence and expanded my mediumistic abilities. That’s why today I accompany people in their transition and support those who remain. This journey taught me that there is no end, only transformation.”